Urban disaster

Well, disaster may be too strong of a word.

Ed and I ran the Urban Dare on Saturday (with the help of my sister Cheryl, sitting in front of her computer in Des Moines, Iowa. Thanks Cheryl!). We were doing pretty well until the final three clues -- and then we figured out we screwed up a dare at the Iwo Jima memorial.

We watch The Amazing Race and yell at the contestants all the time for not reading the clue correctly. Well, duh, we did the same thing. There was a dare at the memorial, but all we thought we had to do was take our picture in front of the memorial. So even if we had completed the final three tasks, we would have been penalized for not doing that particular clue/dare correctly.

That's why we are thinking of doing it again when Urban Dare returns to the D.C. area in September. Ed said "let's do the one in Philadelphia." Umm, sure, we did so well in the D.C. one that of course we'll do even better in a city we know nothing about.

Oh well. You live, you learn, you move on.